The mother-bride dichotomy
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[Thinking about Mothers’ Day tomorrow prompted this memory.] At school we had a colleague who was the stuff of fantasy. It seemed that everyone, staff and students alike, had fallen madly in love with Helen, a beautiful young English teacher. My friend McC, her Head of Department, proudly claimed to have groped her at the staff Christmas party. I was deeply jealous. After two years of innocent prick-teasing, the glorious Helen left to have a baby. Together with our friend Lucy, McC and I went to see Helen in her new role as the mother goddess. She was as radiant and as beautiful as ever. When she unselfconsciously opened her blouse and started to feed the baby, it was an intensely erotic moment. But, comparing notes with McC later, it was not the sort of eroticism which filled either of us with rampant lust. We had dreamed of seeing Helen with her tits out. And when the moment finally came, we failed to rise to the occasion. Why was that?
[Thinking about Mothers’ Day tomorrow prompted this memory.] At school we had a colleague who was the stuff of fantasy. It seemed that everyone, staff and students alike, had fallen madly in love with Helen, a beautiful young English teacher. My friend McC, her Head of Department, proudly claimed to have groped her at the staff Christmas party. I was deeply jealous. After two years of innocent prick-teasing, the glorious Helen left to have a baby. Together with our friend Lucy, McC and I went to see Helen in her new role as the mother goddess. She was as radiant and as beautiful as ever. When she unselfconsciously opened her blouse and started to feed the baby, it was an intensely erotic moment. But, comparing notes with McC later, it was not the sort of eroticism which filled either of us with rampant lust. We had dreamed of seeing Helen with her tits out. And when the moment finally came, we failed to rise to the occasion. Why was that?
